Got up at six and walked through the Mall, and into the State House and
returned to breakfast. Met with a plain and respectable Englishman.
Called upon Mr. John Lee, a very respectable old gentleman 76 years old,
chatted half an hour and agreed to meet again at three. Returned to the
Hotel and ordered a gig for Mount Vernon Church. It came without driver
and I had to drive and thread my way through the city. Passed over
Cambridge 7810 feet long, walked up and down the cemetery which is
superior in locality to Pere la Chaise at Paris, but has not the
commanding view. In one part a great many beautiful flowers. The
monuments have usually the family name and the Christian name on another
side of the obelisk; a truly melancholy walk; a beautiful monument to
the memory of Spurzheim[24]. I allowed the horse to have his own way
back and he brought me at once near the hotel. At three I called upon
Mr. Lee and we had a delightful walk to the wharf and stores; a
magnificent range of buildings. Saw a contrivance for hauling ships to
be repaired; the machinery turned by horses. Passed over a long wooden
bridge to Bunker Hill; from the Monument[25], partly built, we had a
fine view of the town, and returned over another bridge. Invited to take
tea with Mr. Lee, but excused myself on account of writing a letter to
Mr. B. on which I was engaged all evening. Left it in the care of Mrs.
Livingstone.